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Saturday, April 21, 2012

My Baby Brother

My little brother is starting a new journey next week.  He has accepted a job in Texas as a Paramedic.  I am so proud of him in so many ways!  

I am going to miss him tons and selfishly I want him to stay but he has a journey is taking him on a exciting adventure.  I am going to pray for him daily and hope that you can say an extra prayer for him.  

I will pray for...

1. His spiritual journey- Finding a church home and able to surround himself around people that will build him up.  

2. His career- He can start off each shirt with God and know that God is there with him.  For  Travis to make the right choices and have a steady hand.  For him to be able to show love to his patients and his co-workers.  

3. His Home- For Travis to find a home that he can feel comfortable in and safe

4. Mental state- Being so far away from home.  Being away from family and friends.  Being in a new place.  Having  5 days off.  All of these things would be hard for anyone to deal with.  I pray that he finds comfort and security.  

5. Lastly I pray that he keeps in contact with all of us and that he knows that we love him and we are 100% behind him!! 



Here is a poem about Paramedics that I really enjoyed!!



Why God Made Paramedics

When God made paramedics, He was into His sixth day of overtime.


An angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?  A Paramedic has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform.  He has to be able to lift three times his own weight. crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as he is doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again.  He has to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals, and he has to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God replied. "It's the three pairs of eyes a medic has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

God nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as he's drawing blood, always wondering if the patient is HIV positive." (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job)  Another pair here in the side of his head for his partner's safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, "You'll be alright ma'am when he knows it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," God replied. "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Paramedic very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet", God said. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in it's sleep; incubate, defibrillator, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear... and it still keeps it's sense of humor.  This medic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how Paramedics were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing the person to die. A house that had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Paramedic.

"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," God replied, "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life."

"You're a genius!" said the angel.

God looked somber.

"I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE" He said.


Author Unknown





Here are some pictures of my little brother.
Love this pic of him as a baby!












Love you little brother!!